Test out the limits to your power over her!

Here you were with a hot celebrity and you wanted to **** your power asap, but first you had to test the limit of this super-transdimensional collar! You see Britney with a very angry look on her face and you were upset by this development, “Smile for me Britney, your master commands it!” Her pretty mouth immediately started to creep up, turning into a smile, however in comparison with the rest of her face, the smile came across more “Joker-esque” than actual happiness.

You tsked and walked around her still nude body, it was looking good for 31, of course not as good as the teen girl you had fallen in lust with so many years ago. You grab of piece of her ass and give it a good squeeze. You hear a muffled cry behind her mouth, as you put both hands on her behind and rub her behind with your crotch. Her frozen body unable to react, you bit her left earlobe, and flicked it with your tongue.

You then go to her front to give commands, “Grab your master’s crotch.” Britney did just that, and she did it so delicately as well, surprising not doing any harm only pleasure. You feel her middle finger move up and down your seam, stroking your balls. You grin, “Now Britney say “I love your dick master” to me.”

In a very angry voice her mouth opened, “I... Love.... Your.... Your.... Dick master...” Fighting all the way, to say it, you think she might believe that she still had will power! You take her hand off of your crotch and sit on your bed, pondering.

“Get on your knees and bark and pant like a damned dog!” you command her. Britney’s face contorts, but she does just that. Bark Bark her tongue wags out limply but her eyebrows still says hate. You were breaking down you could tell, but you just needed to make sure she knew of your control. “Britney grab your nipples and tug them hard, and moan like the whore you are!” Moan Britney moaned deep, with a weird face.

“Look more aroused!” her face loosened and went red, her lips went round and her eyelids closed. She was actually aroused now, you were sure of it, even her labia went wet. You smirk, wanting to see how far her manipulation can go.

“Britney walk up that wall!” You knew it was impossible command but this “servant” was meant to please you no matter right? She let go of her nipples and looked at the wall you were pointing at. She took delicate steps towards it, and put her foot on the wall, then her other one. She had managed to defy all logic just to please you. Soon she was on the ceiling, walking around like it was the floor. It was amazing to see.

“You can speak again Britney. But you must do so calmly and addressing me as master.” Britney shook her head and looked at you with a furious look.

“What the hell, Master. I simply must know how you are doing this” Britney said in her high pitch voice, calm and making you laugh.

“Britney, you can’t defy gravity!” She falls to ground and crumples into a pile, she was in pain but alright. She groaned in pain and got to her feet.
“You are seriously upsetting me Master. Is there nothing I can do to make you stop?” She begs hoping to appeal to your humanity or something silly like that.

You grab her chin and bring her real close. “Britney you are mine and you will accept this, alright?” You throw her to the ground and laugh again, really feeling like a cool-ass villain.

She shakes her head, her tits wobbling to and fro, “Well okay you own me but can I at least get some clothing?” She points to your closet.

You shake your head and rub your eyes, “Well Britney lets wait on getting your measurements until you stop changing sizes!” She tilted her head in confusion, looking like an airhead bimbo. You continue, “Britney you are 20 years old again!”

You watch gleefully watch as she followed your orders completely. Her face tightened, her skin became blemish free, her breasts got perkier, her waist tightened slightly, her legs got more muscular, her stomach more toned, and her ass regained its tightness. Heck you are pretty sure she gained an inch in height. Britney looked her body over, “Okay Master, this actually pretty hot! I mean I still hate you Master, but damn!” Britney gave a quick jump in excitement.

“Wait until your body morphs more! Britney get larger and firmer breasts and a wider and rounder ass!” Britney gasped as her breasts inflated like a ballons, growing firmer and fuller. Her behind did a similar process, getting hip-hop back-up dancer proportion. You grin as you rub your crotch, “Tell me what your measurements are now!”

Britney went starry eyed, “40H-26-42” in a cold robotic voice. You were pleased

You then decided to figure out what she should wear next, as you needed to figure out what you would do with her next, and having the right clothing for her was imperative!